"We of the Blood Sea Cult are sworn enemies of the Hundred Peaks Merchant Guild!"
"Rob them clean!"
"Fuck your mother! Your Blood Sea Cult has a grudge against Hundred Peaks, what's that got to do with us?!"
"May every son and daughter you fucking have never..."
"May your fucking breakthroughs shorten..."
Black-clad figures darted through the cluster of carriages. Their exact numbers could not be made out, but the air rang with attacks all around, and they released clouds of gray smoke to conceal themselves.
Cries of battle rose from every side, setting off waves of startled screams and furious shouts.
The Blood Sea Cult.
It was an infamous evil faction in Great Jing.
No one could trace its founder any longer, but it was said that because of the flaws in their rapid cultivation arts, its members all cultivated with human blood as an aid. They were at the stage where everyone wanted to beat them to death.
Great Jing had launched several campaigns to wipe them out throughout history, but the Blood Sea Cult's influence was widespread, stretching across the land. With their hideouts so well concealed, every campaign failed to eradicate them completely, and they soon rose again from the ashes.
The moment Shen Xiu heard the name of this notorious cult, he silently got out of the carriage, silently turned around, and ran toward the edge of the battlefield.
He did not want to get himself covered in filth by an organization that clung to life like an unkillable cockroach. The farther away he could get, the better.
Even if the Blood Sea Cult and the Hundred Peaks Merchant Guild beat each other's brains out, he had no intention of getting involved.
The Blood Sea Cult's attack had come without warning. Once the Hundred